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Samantha came downstairs wearing the hunter green skater dress, black tights and a pair of black boots that had been purchased earlier that afternoon.

“Mr. Thompson,” she asked, sitting across from Alex, smoothing the skirt as she sat. She might be athletic, but she was still very feminine. “What would you think about me wearing this if I’m allowed to come help you on the sting.”

“As a pusdeo father figure to you,” Alex said, looking at her. “I’d say it’s my duty to say ‘You’re not wearing that out of this house, young lady’ but I think that would something that would be perfectly acceptable to wear to get your hair done for homecoming...”

Samantha looked up and then smiled broadly. “Really?”